TENNA.
Elliot didn't move onto the bed like I expected.
Instead, he stood there, studying me with those ice-blue eyes that had gone nearly black. His gaze traveled over my body with clinical precision, like he was cataloging every mark, every flush of heat on my skin, every place his brothers had touched.
"Sit up," he said quietly.
I pushed myself up on shaking arms. My whole body felt like liquid after what Rowan and Torhana had done, but the heat was already stirring again. Already demanding more.
Elliot sat on the edge of the bed. Patted his lap.
I blinked. "What?"
"Come here." His tone left no room for argument. "Across my lap."
Confusion warred with arousal as I crawled over to him. He guided me across his thighs so my upper body was supported on the bed but my hips were eleva
